I would like to put this as gently as possible so as not to offend any massive Conor McGregor fans, so here it goes...while I don't know him personally, I will say that he's an incredibly talented UFC fighter, but I would also like to put out there that he comes off as an uber-cocky-Irish-douche who cares primarily about luxury sports cars and unbuttoned billowing-in-the-wind man blouses.
Now that my opinion has been voiced, let's take a look into McGregor's 72-hours of debauchery. According to Unilad it all started after Conor humbly showed up in a Rolls Royce to The Grand National this past Saturday.
For those of you who don't know what The Grand National is (because I didn't 30-seconds ago) here you are:
"The Grand National is a National Hunt horse race held annually at Aintree Racecourse in Liverpool, England. First run in 1839, it is a handicap steeplechase over 4 miles 514 yards with horses jumping 30 fences over two laps."
Anyway, so he shows up to horse race in a car worth more than most people's home. What next? Wait, let me know show you what we was wearing so I can really paint a picture:
Alright, glad we covered that. Killer shades, man. Moving along! After the race concluded he headed over to club, Mansion where he apparently tore the roof off. The following day he ended up at club, Empire and that's where sh-t gets funny.
He proceeded to make pals with some people from Huyton, a nearby suburb of Liverpool, and ended up crashing a house party!! How freakin' awesome is that? I mean for a man with such notoriously lavish taste, it's pretty cool to see him kickback at a house party! I don't really know anyone who goes to house parties anymore. They're kind of a lost art nowadays (unless you're in high school).
Just when all of my notions of McGregor being a pretentious, materialistic snob have faded away he posted this cocky thing and ruined it all: